this is one of the sweetest videos ive ever seen
this lizard’s name is peperonie this is the most amazing video on the internet
WHY IS THIS THE CUTEST THING FOR WHY
he really fuckign likes those yams omg
the universe could be on the precipice of annihilation and i would still be giggling over this dude’s immense love for his pet dog
The sky when it snows is absolutely perfect. It can be 1 o’clock in the morning and bright outside. The silence of everything when it snows is beautiful. You can barely hear a sound when the snow covers everything. Just watching the snow fall and stick to the ground is beautiful. Yeah I guess it sucks that it’s cold and you have to shovel it out, but coming in from the cold and putting on warm clothes, sitting in the heat, and drinking hot chocolate is so relaxing. I miss the snow so much.
Your name still breaks my heart.
Thursday, you read four years of my writing in one nite and I feel more vulnerable than I did when I wrote those.
Friday, you tell me I’m beautiful and my heart shakes so hard my ribs crack.
Saturday, you come see me at work and I try to keep my jaw off the floor.
Sunday, the first poem I write for you and the first time I’m ever thanked for it.
Monday, you tell me you’re taking me out and that it’ll be cheesy so to be ready. I’m still waiting.
Tuesday, you show up at my work again and tell me you’ll see me later. I try so hard not to kiss you.
Wednesday, I get drunk and you kiss me first, then apologize for if I regret it in the morning. I tell you I could never regret a thing about you.
Wednesday, I bring you a book of poems and know from that point on I’ll spend a lot of time doing all I can to make you smile.
Thursday, we cuddle on the couch at your friend’s house and I wonder if you can hear my heart banging against my chest.
Friday, you buy me flowers and tell me through a riddle. You’ll never know how much that meant to me.
Saturday, you call me at 1:30 AM and ask me to come over. I’d drop anything for you.
Sunday, Latch by Sam Smith becomes our song. You ask me to go to Myrtle Beach with you. This is the day I realize I’m going to fall in love with you.
Monday, your mom warns you about hurting sweet people.
Tuesday, I wait for two hours before you cancel plans. I get drunk and play sad songs.
Wednesday, you fall asleep on me watching Dear John and I try not to think about the quote, ‘two weeks was all it took,’ too much.
Thursday, we mess up your sheets until six in the morning and I ask you to be my girlfriend. It’s the happiest day I’ve had in a while.
Friday, you ignore me all day and then change your mind about me. It feels like grenades going off in my spine and I cry for the first time since December.
Saturday, you say you never meant to hurt me and I try to believe you.
Sunday, I tell you how much I miss you and you say we can be friends.
Monday, you text me first and I hate myself for smiling.
Tuesday, we don’t talk at all.
Wednesday, I write you a four page letter and throw it out.
Thursday, you ask if I’m still taking you to the Northern Lights. My veins ignite. Anything your heart desires.
Friday, we spend an hour talking in your dad’s driveway. You call me your girlfriend, kiss me all nite, and fall asleep in my arms.
Saturday, happy birthday. Please don’t change your mind again.
Sunday, I go through all of our old texts and cry. I try to find the pivotal point, when you quit being excited to talk to me.
Monday, I tell you I miss you and you don’t say it back. I pretend not to notice.
Tuesday, I don’t let myself text you again after you stop, even when your Facebook tells me you’re bored. I talk about you all day.
Wednesday, I debate on sending you this and I think of how much you used to adore my words. Now you push them out like venom from your veins. I trip over my insecurity and stumble through my self-doubt. Don’t push me away. You’re so beautiful to me.
(trm) daze of loving you (via acutelesbian)
You were simpler,
you were lighter when we thought like little kids.
Like a weightless, hate-less animal,
beautifully oblivious before you were hid inside a stranger you grew into,
as you learned to disconnect.
Now he hangs your mirrors separately,
so one can’t show you what the other reflects.
This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.
Rainer Maria Rilke (via mooneyedandglowing)
I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.
e.s. (via selectables)
Last night was pretty
Time lapse Gif in Brooklyn on 8/6-8/7 by Framesandflames